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“what is done in love is well done.” -LdV

[bronzyglow]

growing out of certain insecurities and realizing that there’s no competition in my universe has been one of the greatest things i have ever done for myself.

[sugarsubfairy-deactivated201903]

‘there’s no competition in my universe’ that is so powerful

[lonestarboyfriend]

maybe you were put on this earth to be tender and loving during a time when you are expected to be cruel and calloused

[ceruleancoconuts]

I like drinking coffee alone, and reading alone.

I like riding the bus alone, and walking home alone.

It gives me time to think, and set my mind free.

I like eating alone, and listening to music alone.

But when I see a mother with her child;

A girl with her lover;

Or a friend laughing with their best friend;

I realize that even though I like being alone

I don’t fancy being lonely.

[yourbigsisnissi]

I love seeing men gush about their relationships and the women they love. It’s time for the whole trope of men hating being married/ viewing relationships as things holding them back. Amen for men uplifting their women and their relationship. Amen for men getting choked up and ready eyes thinking about the one they love. Amen for men thinking of the woman they are with as their best friend.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Chelsea Hodson, from Tonight I’m Someone Else: Essays; “The End Of Longing,”

[9km]

…..u kno what the best aesthetic is….?… …..kindness .. 😔

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Selected Letters, 1902-1922

[nondualreality]

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.”

— Danielle Doby

[mjalti]

sometimes it’s “no one loves me” other times it’s “I am not brave enough to look those who love me in the eye”

[varandra-deactivated20230907]

“writers & lovers” is killing me

[varandra-deactivated20230907]

oh hi the author is lily king pls read this book!

[callmefrieden]

Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

― Franz Kafka

[lesbianrey]

i think……..one of the many problems in how sex is perceived in society is that we seem to think its this “skill” like people are very anxious about getting experience or practice or whatever wrt sex but that’s not really how it works, it’s a fundamentally an expression, a conversation; two-sided, subjective, situational, and figuring out what works for everyone involved, as opposed to being just another objective talent to master for all situations as if its one-size-fits-all without consideration to your specific partner

[sisterofiris]

A comforting thought

Five thousand years ago, the Sumerians called the night ngi, the stars mul, and the moon Nanna.

Four thousand years ago, the Akkadians called the night mūšu, the stars kakkabū, and the moon Sîn.

Three thousand years ago, the Hittites called the night išpanza, the stars haštereš, and the moon Arma.

Two and a half thousand years ago, the Greeks called the night nux, the stars astra, and the moon Selênê.

Two thousand years ago, the Romans called the night nox, the stars stellae, and the moon Luna.

Kings and queens and heroes looked up at them. So did travelers coming home, and little children who sneaked out of bed. So did slaves, and mothers and soldiers and old shepherds, and Sappho and Muršili and Enheduanna and Socrates and Hatshepsut and Cyrus and Cicero. In this darkness it didn’t matter who they were, or where they stood. Only that they were human.

Think of that tonight, when you close your window. You are not alone. You share this night sky with centuries of dreamers and stargazers, and people who longed for quiet. Are you anxious? The Hittites were too: they called it pittuliyaš. Does your heart ache? The Greeks felt it too: they called it akhos. Those who look up to the stars for comfort are a family, and you belong to them. Your ancestors have stood under Nanna, Sîn, Arma, Selênê and Luna for five thousand years. Now its light is yours.

May it soothe you well.

[arandomthot]

Wine drunk truly hits differently

[sansgod]

[standardlovers]

you know what hits me about the "on purpose on purpose im going to love you on purpose" "i'll take care of you, it's rotten work, not to me not if it's you" "im going to love you without a single string attached" "i don't know where to put it all the love i have for her, i'll take it" "i walked in love with you with both eyes open choosing to take every step"?

they all have the same desire, they all desire for someone to Want it, for love to not be an accident or something that happens without recognising it, they all have the overtones desire of wanting someone to deem you worthy of love, to see you and meet you and know you and Want to love you, to make that choice and stick by it because loving you or being loved by you is something so deeply worth it and fulfilling and moving and powerful that they Want it, in their soul they crave to love and be loved

they're such varieties of the basic desire to be wanted

they say these things and they mean "love me because i am lovable" not "love me because you find me desirable/you have realised you already do/you want something from me" etc

it's "love me because i am me and you are aware of that" and it's something you can just scream to someone when you can't find another way to say "i am choosing to love you because loving you is something i want to experience no matter the outcome"

love them . On purpose, on Purpose and by choice and intentionally you will Love Them

[goodreadss]

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

(via goodreadss)